Waiting on the Porch

Dustin sat on the rocking chair overlooking the expansive prairie. He rocked back and forth, watching the horizon, chewing on the end of a long piece of grass. A sigh was released. “Damn it. What am I doing?”

“Wonder that myself.” Grandpa came out onto the porch. “Been wondering that for some time now, boy. What are you doing here?”

“Pondering.”

“Well aren’t you full of shit. Boy, what are you pondering?” Grandpa sat down next to the boy on another rocking chair, using a cane to rock him back and forth.

“Something’s wrong. I was supposed to be motivated. Was supposed to just explode forward again. Wasn’t supposed to hurt like this.”

“Ah, so you’re waiting. Hasn’t been that long, boy, you’ll be fine. Hoping she’ll come to you this time?” Dustin nodded. “Women don’t chase often, son, and you’ve done a great deal of chasing. Maybe it’s time for you to go out there.”

“To find her?”

“No. To find you again. You found you and let it get muddied up. Go clean your damned self off, boy.”

Dustin nodded, “I’ll be back.” He went into the house and came out shortly after with a backpack.

“What are you doing with that, fool boy?”

“I’m going out there.” Dustin shouldered it and started to walk down the stairs.

“To find her?”

“To find whatever God meant me to find. If she does come back, ask her to wait. I won’t be long.” With that, Dustin started walking towards the horizon and into the unknown.

Apparently this is where Dustin is going! Going to be in CT Wednesday and have a free day, so just might take a hike here.

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